Sometimes, there's a buggy. And sometimes, there's a cosmic confluence of coincidence. Coincidence? I think nay. More like an a priori axiom, or a universal myth anchoring the Collective Unconscious, à la my good friend C.P. Jung. Once every eon or so, it explodes to the surface, like a sperm whale twisting gloriously into the air, manifesting itself as the polymorphic enigma known as the Zeitgeist.
In 1995, a little site I like to call Craigslist was founded by a visionary named--actually, I forget his name. In 2005, a couple of down-and-out college grads in the only unchanged tenement from Little Italy's slum days conceived and began shooting a film that would revolutionize the art of cinema: Gregzlist. But they never got past the first ten minutes. Around the same time, some people I don't know made a short movie called Gregslist. The verdict's still out on it.
So imagine my astonishment when the other day, in the family section of my neighborhood video store, searching for a Disney classic to cuddle up to with a tasty Swanson TV dinner, I came across this.
I blushed and turned away in embarrassment upon my discovery before checking for surveillance cameras and pocketing the DVD. Suffice to say that I had a nice little evening with myself and Mr. Swanson.
EDIT: I should add that Graigslist is notable for one other thing, in addition to its artfully arranged tableaux of bulging studs, clearly culled from New Jersey, pounding Internet call girls in sundry modes and positions. That is the outstanding aliases of its film editor, Hugh Guestit, and another of its crew members, Ron Parfait. I think it was Ron, but I'm not sure. I raise my special-edition Disaronno-brand tumbler to you, gentlemen.
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